Ninety-Nine Letters, A Thousand Lies

Burri

ressed to Cooper. From a burner account. No return addr

linic, scrolled down. The contents laid bare a cons

ed the samples. Kennedy Patel will be officially recognized a

. My DNA. My name. My family. All of

tions and offshore accounts. Funds diverted. Assets laundered

was a lie. Every intimate moment felt like a violation now. He wasn' t just my

To cut him out of my life like a cancerous growth. But now. Now a cold, burning h

ly will be finalized in two weeks. Your French marriage provides the legitimacy required for the European

nking I was his wife. The wedding. The vows. The rings. All a sham. A cruel, elabo

No idea I knew about his French marriage. Or the depths of his deprav

Cooper. A love letter. But not like the ones I fo

we'll have everything. The Mcknight-Olsen empire. All thanks to your 'genius' pl

eled in my pain. My erasure. My rage, once a

with furious resolve. I would not be a footnote. I woul

, was firm. "Ms. Thorne. I have new information

ur voice sounds strained," she a

rried. They've been married for six months. And they're trying to steal my

he other end. "Ms. Burris... t

e. I need you to contact the patriarch of the Olsen family. Guillermo Olsen. Discreetly. Tell him I

harp with professional urgency. "This changes

mple to Ms. Thorne' s private investigators. A discreet courier took it to a s

eted. News outlets, fueled by Cooper' s PR m

ily heirlooms" that looked suspiciously new. Flanked by "family lawy

orn. The one I thought I' d packed. "A touching gift from my long-lost grandfather, Guillermo O

nto my things. Stolen my heritage. My last t

my amazing wife, Kennedy. The true Olsen heir

espair. Only a burning, righteous fury. The Olsen Corporation' s promise of in

ade. And I felt nothing. No jealousy. No pain. Just a cold, calculating detachment.

unaware of the depth of my knowledge, still believed he controlled me. He thought

packing. My small carry-on bag sat by the do

His eyes, usually so confident, now held a flicker of uncert

documents I had accidentally left on my bedside table. The divorce pap

ey?" he whispered. His voice bar

g across his features. He saw the bruises on my arm. The fading mark on my temple from the clinic

ed with a tremor I had never heard before. Not fe

alled! My adoption is finalized! I'm officially an Olsen! Can you believe it, Cooper? We did it!" She saw t